The Turtle.
Carrying his world on his back,
The turtle sails through the galaxy,
Swirling past the predatorious stars;
Who seek only to consume him.
His eyes focused on finding the
Colourful womb from which he was born,
An explosion of dust, exhibiting
a mirage of lilacs and teals.
Come to die where he was born,
The ancient being, the wise turtle,
Surviving the end, and the beginning.
He has reached the end of his life.
He rushes amongst the stars-
Anxious to find a new beginning.
He is the last of his kind: ‘The lonely one’,
Yet, he is not ‘alone’ at all.
For he carries the souls of those before him,
So that his kind can end together.
He swims.
Past the tears in the universe.
Past the rocky remains of old life.
Past the ashes of the brightest sun.
Here, at the end of His journey
Is a bright light.
A Supernova of sorts,
Into which he swims.
And experiences what can only be described as-
Oblivion.
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